I want a few beautiful essays and excerpts. Excerpt and appreciate the classics. As many words as yo

1The prosperity of all the cities confused my eyes, and I couldn't find myself, but my hometown was still there. Even if you live happily in a certain city, in the depths of your heart, there is always an invisible thing pulling you, one end in your hometown, the other end firmly tied to the bottom of your heart, and it hurts when you pull it. Especially for people who have been away from their hometown for a long time, especially in the dead of night, the more mellow the glass of wine in their hometown, the clearer the image of their hometown, and the mellow do not want to wake up, which is clearly distressing.

Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live. It is because of this nostalgia and nostalgia that cannot be solved even if we go to the ends of the earth that we can be comforted by wandering, and our wandering hearts are no longer lonely.

Appreciation] This passage expresses my concern and bond for my hometown. The language is beautiful and lyrical, just right, and infectious, which makes us all feel a little bit of nostalgia for our hometown. quoting "Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live", borrowing verses to express our longing for our hometown at the ends of the earth.

The use of duality in many places strengthens the tone to express the author's deep attachment to his hometown.

."Moonlight".

The night, just darkened, the thick fog spread and spread, creating a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog was dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves "flutter", as if playing a "moonlight song", graceful and poignant, deep and wonderful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy zhidao moonlight, which is intoxicating.

In the depths of the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water and light are dissolved, the fireflies are lit, the candles are lit, and the picture scroll under the moon is good!

Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, why is it not like "Moonlight Song"?

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft and dedicated moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, sporadically like broken strips hanging on the trees.

Everything in the world is the creation of God, and they are all harmonious, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there are clouds and sunny days, and the charm of the moon is reflected here. Why should the moon compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, and to send people a piece of warmth and light!

Isn't it true of people? Aren't some people like the moon giving to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a touch of warmth, which is the connotation of the moon.

The night is silent. The moon quietly casts its afterglow, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and love to people!

I'm not good at writing.